Supernatural experiences - an aspie thing?

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Good one, Aunt Blabby. There are limits to human knowledge, especially in regard to metaphysical experiences. (I prefer metaphysical to supernatural, though use it to refer to the same set of experience). I too have had experiences that cannot be explained by current paradigms.

I still can find no pertinent alternative explanation for when a day after my dad passed away, both me and my mother were woken out of sleep by his voice yelling [simultaneously to me and mom] "HEY BRUCE!! !" [to me, and "HEY HONEY!! !" to my mom]. or when a day after my mom's burial, the whole basement of my parents' house erupting in a palpable banging thumping cacophony until I shouted "OK, I HEAR YOU!! !" at which the noise stopped. for some background to this phenomenon, I recommend the book "hello from heaven."

Many of my NT friends have had paranormal experiences.

I wonder if conservatism or liberalism is a determining factor in whether a person is amenable to belief in the supernatural or not.

My guess would be no, though the belief may take broadly different forms, in that possibly very conservative people may relate better to the supernatural concept of God as defined by the establishment churches. Less conservative people are often more open to the unknown aspects of the supernatural. No doubt exceptions exist in both groups. However in general conservatives are more resistant to the new and prefer the status quo that others have established in the past. This is the opposite to those who can think about these things and make the imaginative leap into pondering the great unknown and inexplicable experience, suspending all fixed judgments. There are real personality differences there.

I have never had any supernatural things happen to me... not even when I was a young child.

I had an insane supernatural experience a few months ago.

I think I've had one today. It's 1.30pm on Wednesday in New Zealand. I still actively grieve for the losses of two magnificent animals.

When I got up this morning, the first thought I had was: strange that we don't honour the lives of magnificent animals by sending flowers and cards as we do for people. I thought of it on an off all morning; not a single flower was brought by anyone (other than me). I have never had such a thought before today.

And then a courier drove up just after noon and delivered the most magnificent arrangement of flowers from the most expensive florist in Auckland where I live - they exceptionally exquisite, truly magnificent - in honour of a very special creature, the wondercat, departed four days ago.

Synchronicity, anyone?

I read of a Renaissance painting technique, called espuma or smoke. The audience is perplexed in their search for a detail which was never really drawn into the painting, to begin with.

In the movie, "Inception," people infiltrate dreams. They imagine that there is a safe, in the dreamer's mind, where secrets are kept. They never particularly say what is in there. The dreamer fills in the blank.

Hucksters win you over, by saying there is a mystery, never to solve it. You do all the work, by imagining a solution.

In my dreams of a place beyond the veil, everything was coordinated and made perfect sense.

I would never ask you to oblige me, or to make yourself less skeptical, by imaging a situation in which rules no longer apply.